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tzdkh · 3 years
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hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof
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immolatic​:
it was with uncanny immediacy that the Fixer regretted his decision.
brow quirking at the retort with brazen disinterest.  “statistically speaking, of the two of us, that’d put you risk,” giving a tug to the belt slung across his chest, “need me to teach you how to ‘ properly ’ buckle up?”  a roll of his eyes before settling in … lasting a whole two seconds.  “you wha - ”
thank fuck he did put on the seatbelt!  weight LURCHING and marred hand slamming onto the door’s support,  “Wrench fucking -”  shoulder hitting the door as the masked Fixer swerved.  narrowly avoiding a taxi on his right and sending the car to his right into a honking fit.  icy hues barely catching the driver’s hands thrown into the air and mouth, mutedly, spewing what he could only assume a choir of curses.  barely a moment to process the route, much rather anything else, as digits dug deep into leather and his head felt like a FISHBOWL.
“Wrench I’m going to fucking - ”  pressing the back of a hand to pursed lips, already tasting bile.  “- kill you.”
“Oooh,” Wrench’s voice raises an octave, sounding positively delighted, even if Dabi himself clearly wasn’t. There was something about the man that just made him want to poke at times - when he wasn’t being poked at himself - and as in with all Wrench interactions, he never could quite stop himself from agitating someone that could probably murder him with his bare hands. “Is that kinky talk? Do you wanna teach me how to buckle up?”
The commotion next to him is (rightfully) ignored as Wrench watches the drivers around them for a few moments, eyes sharp behind the screen of his mask. And it’s only when he turns to look at the other that he sees that he missed - and the state he’s left him in.
Dropping an elbow to the center console, he drops his chin onto his palm, and peers at Dabi with big bright question marks illuminating his false confusion. “You’re going to, what? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over,” He makes a motion with his free hand, amusement evident. “The sound of you being a baby.” 
Sparing a glance out the window, where the innocent drivers around them are just beginning to settle and not shoot him dirty looks, he lets out a low giggle. “Come on, you wanted to have fun today, didn’t you? Isn’t that why you hired me?”
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tzdkh · 3 years
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the sexy thing about me is that i close myself off from other people because i’m afraid of intimacy then hurt my own feelings over not being as close with people as i’d like to be
really played myself there
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Do you have a hobby?
self destruction 
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tzdkh · 3 years
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i’m not saying i’m working on something but i’m definitely working on something.
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tzdkh · 3 years
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Nope.
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tzdkh · 3 years
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shirt that says “as above” and booty shorts that say “so below”
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tzdkh · 3 years
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refuses to stop doing the catgirl pose and head tilt while the guy is trying to take my mugshots
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tzdkh · 3 years
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“explain the character’s motivations and the reasoning behind his actions and who he is”
well
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there we go
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tzdkh · 3 years
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sentence starters:  text posts i have saved, part 1. tw: blood, death.        
❝ i do not want romance… i just want a big sword ❞
❝ me caring is a publicity stunt ❞
❝ im not a people pleaser anymore im a huge cunt now ❞
❝ an apple a day keeps anyone away if you throw it hard enough ❞
❝ some of you need to be told to shut the fuck up more. not me tho im super funny and my tits are fucking massive ❞
❝ do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affection ❞
❝ when i was in therapy i once expressed to my therapist that i really struggle with having pretty much zero idea of who i am as a person + she whipped out a piece of paper and suggested that we write down different aspects of myself. and i had no idea what to say bc ‘myself’ is a concept i’m not very familiar with so she started saying about my interests and how that’s a part of me + i was like okay!! that makes sense!! so she clicked her pen and was like “you said you like video games before” and i was like sure bud :) and watched her write down, in capital letters ‘GAMER’ and i’ve never had so much terror struck into my h ❞
❝ yeah this is my character cool josé. he’s like normal josé except he didn’t fail his driving test three Times ❞
❝ “what are you gonna do, cry about it?” yes . the fuck ❞
❝ a cute girl told me she has lots of plants in her house and i told her, for some fucking reason “damn the oxygen at your place must be mad crisp” and somehow still got her number so. chase your dreams. nothing is impossible apparently ❞
❝ *don’t stop me now by queen plays as i lay bleeding to death in walmart* ❞
❝ i love when men are scared to talk to me like yes dont fucking talk to me bitch!! ❞
❝ if you ever disrespected me and i was calm bout it.. don’t trust me ❞
❝ “first one always goes to blathers” i say as i hand my new born child to the owl ❞
❝ no your honor i absolutely can make my case like an adult. first things first, fuck the defendant and fuck his family too. secondly, ❞
❝ its just me and my gay little iced coffee against the fucking world ❞
❝ ‘gays cant cook’ then what the FUCK was remy fighting for in ratatouille ? ❞
❝ gender is a performance and im doing improv comedy ❞
❝ getting fake asked out in middle school is really a whole other form of trauma ❞
❝ do you ever associate the word “girlfriend” with wlw so much that you forget straight boys have girlfriends ❞
❝ *has video game open* hm i dont feel like playing this right now actually *closes it* man i wish i was playing video game right now *opens it again* hm i dont feel like like playing this right now actually *closes it ❞
❝ when i was young i used to think having interests was important. now as an adult i see there was no need for me to ever develop a personality. feeling a little betrayed, but not sure by whom. ❞
❝ he’s not baby he’s like 25 years old & doesn’t know how to clean the sink ❞
❝ this is all because i never experienced the triumphs and defeats the epic highs and lows of high school football ❞
❝ well well well. if it isn’t my old friend, the dawning realization that i fucked up real bad ❞
❝ idont have any talent. i like to look at grass and i dont have other hobbies. when people ask me how im doing i ignore the question ❞
❝ i only set you on fire a little bit. grow up. ❞
❝ i hate this place i want to go to build a bear ❞
❝ [wearing a fake leather jacket, eating ritz crackers out of the box, reclining in a casual position somewhere i shouldnt logically be able to access] im emotionally vulnerable as shit dude ill cry on any of you ❞
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tzdkh · 3 years
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lmao at the fact that reggie tried to blow someone’s face off and fucked up and only just blew off half his face... he really was rusty, poor baby.
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Dinner and then I'll be around.
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I PRESENT YOU THE WRENCH
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tzdkh · 3 years
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@tzdkh​​.
richard siken poetry  { accepting } ; “Sorry about the blood in your mouth.” For a hacker husband from a not v. sorry hacker husband
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teeth gnash and split lip interlaces BLOOD / SPIT.  body pressed back by the brunt of Reg’s antics, chest to chest while Jay counted their steps — .  shoulders rolling with his finite step back before nimble fingers wretch his husband ‘round.  hands snatching at playful wrists to pin them overhead as lips rejoined.
something downright PREDATORY in the smile he offered into the kiss til they pulled apart.  tongue gliding over teeth and painting them a lovely red as the BASS HIT - !  lights overhead, still half strung and bars yet unaligned ( swing, swing, swinging ) beginning to STROBE.
one hand pinning wrists as bloodied lips / teeth pressed soft the corner of Reg’s lips trailing lipstick red along the line of chin and down the ley lines of his THROAT.  bodies pressed together and leaving Jay wanting more, knee pressing forward to part legs.  [ WARNING : LIKELIHOOD OF A GOATY SHIRT? HIGH ]  nipping and sucking half-assed line of a metaphorical collar ‘round.
“sorry about the blood in your mouth.”  spoken with an all too endearing lack of sincerity.  LAUGHTER spilling soon after with a squirm.
“not sorry for interrupting my work?”  he returned between BITES.  rewarding his brat of a husband by withdrawing — .  "your ass best hope the set gets finished in time.”  catching bloodied maw between finger and thumb.  tone deceptively sugar sweet.  “think you can handle keeping up with the BEAT — ?”
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tzdkh · 3 years
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in an hour and a half i have to go venture out into the real world and pick up meds for one of the cats. in the mean time, i stall sit here and eat cookies and watch repo!
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Charlie’s Angels (2000) dir. McG
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